Saturday, January 31, 2015

Motion/ Blackbirds

Motion/Blackbirds



Like a cyclone they come;
A whirlpool of black.



Rotating and dipping, swirling and twisting,


blocking the sun
with their funnel of life,


swooping to Earth on their ancient pathways.


They flash their red like a politician’s vest


or a dance hall girl, out on the town.
~Wanda Stricklin Robertson